Talking to books
Bound within you keep your worlds, riddle-inked and layered paper-thin, guarded by librarian loyalty until your words are ferociously freed in prose of verse: the nightshade burning veins or blossom-scent […]
Category Archives: dVerse
Joyful Epitaph
I lit a candle for November’s spirit, not mourning this, its timely death. He left us dressed in drizzle-grey to dig his grave in rotting leaves, alone, least loved among […]
As equals sinking
We were not the crew, not wealthy travelers, not tourists, not musicians but merely third-class pilgrims, emigrants too drunk on hope. Journey-drained we rested, crammed and crannied into pocket-money nooks […]
Rats
We, your shadows follow, never seen but ever near, whisker-nosy-nibbling nosh you left for junk, we’re craving, clawing our bellies swelling from your garbage always growing breeding mischief in your […]
Fear of swimming
My primary know-how of crying is mostly to brace this closeness to Styx reeking from ash and embalming, preparing for rigor seeping through veins, and welcome the shadow that walks […]
